All Chapters of Goodbye, Mr. Ex, I’ve Married Your Uncle : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Leon’s POV.Dinner was meant to last an hour, but it stretched into two. Each passing minute was an exercise in patience.Caden sat across from me at the long dining table, wearing his polished mask. Every word that came out of his mouth was smoothed over with charm, every smile rehearsed. He was playing the part of the apologetic nephew, the wronged man looking for reconciliation. But beneath that performance, I saw the cracks. The glint of calculation in his eyes. The pauses that went on just a second too long to be real.“I may have overreacted before,” he carried on lightly, swirling the wine in his glass. “Things were… tense. Misunderstandings happen in families. We’ve all said things we regret.”He looked straight at Scarlett when he said it, his expression softening as if he expected her to acknowledge him. To offer him the forgiveness he was fishing for.Scarlett’s fork stilled on her plate, her lips pressing together. She didn’t answer.I remained silent too, though my patien

Scarlett’s POV.Leon guided me back inside after the security guards dragged Caden away. Where they took him or what they did with him—I honestly didn’t care.All I knew was that Caden couldn’t hurt me anymore.Leon’s hand stayed firm at the small of my back until I was lowered onto the couch in the living room. He crouched in front of me immediately, his eyes sweeping over me, checking as though I might shatter if he missed something. His hands wrapped around my wrists, turning them carefully, brushing his thumb over the skin like he was searching for bruises. “Did he hurt you?” he asked, his voice steady, but the tightness in his jaw betrayed the fury he was holding down.I shook my head quickly. “No. I’m fine.”Leon didn’t release me. His eyes scanned again, like he didn’t believe me. “You’re not fine. Not after that.”My throat went dry. “I swear, Leon. He didn’t—he didn’t get the chance.” What I couldn’t bring myself to say out loud was; he didn’t get the chance to push me over t

Scarlett’s POV.I thought the day would be uneventful, but gossip had a way of finding me even when I didn’t ask for it. I was in the hallway when one of the cleaning ladies stopped me, her face bright with excitement. “Mrs. Rosenthal,” she said softly, then corrected herself quickly, “I mean, Miss Lemaire… oh, forgive me, I keep slipping. How are you and the baby doing?”Her enthusiasm startled me, but I smiled politely. “We’re both doing good. Thank you.”She practically bounced on her heels. “I can’t tell you how excited I am to see a baby in this house. It’s been so long since there’s been any real joy in these halls.” Then she lowered her voice conspiratorially. “And I heard about earlier this week. Mr. Rosenthal’s brother and sister-in-law came storming in here. Going on and on about how awful it was that Leon had poor Caden arrested.”The maid rolled her eyes when she mentioned Caden’s name. I also noted that she didn’t call him by a formal name.Then, slowly, but surely, I reg

Scarlett’s POV.I tried to lose myself in the sketches sprawled across my desk, lines overlapping, half-finished designs piled high, but focus refused to stay. My pencil kept slipping, my hand tightening until the paper tore.What made it worse was Leon. He made it next to impossible to keep my focus on my work, though, I do know he meant well. I mean—I think he did.Every hour, he appeared at my door—sometimes with a glass of water, sometimes asking if I had eaten. Other times he just stood there, staring at me like he expected me to collapse at any second.At first, I thought it was sweet that he had thought of me. I thought he was just being protective, even. But the longer it went on, the more it gnawed at me. I had to remind myself that he wasn’t hovering because of me—he was worried about the baby. That had to be it.He wasn’t concerned about my sleepless nights or the way my chest tightened when I thought about Caden. He was making sure his child was taken care of, so that he’d

Ezra’s POV.The moment I caught sight of her in the foyer, every instinct in me turned on wide alert. Franchesca Burnes.Of all the people to set foot back into this house, it had to be her. The staff stiffened, whispers rippling through the halls, but no one dared speak louder than a breath. Her presence was poison here, and they all knew it.My skin crawled just watching her glide across the polished floors like she still owned a piece of this place. Years ago, Leon had been blinded by her, drowning in whatever spell she cast. He thought he’d found the woman who would stand by him through anything. I never said a word back then, because I believed Leon’s happiness mattered more than my suspicions.I thought she respected him. I thought, maybe, her sharp tongue toward the staff was nothing more than nerves.I was a fool.The memory was burned into me—the day everything fell apart. The accident. Leon’s body broken, his future uncertain. I had never seen him so vulnerable. I had never